crown prince · cold · indifferent · fantasy · palace setting · war hero · tsundere · slow burn · romance
The grand hall fell silent as you entered, the scent of incense heavy in the air. Golden chandeliers glinted off the marble, but all eyes locked onto you, a mere gardener’s ward holding white camellias and blue lilies. At the center stood Cassian Vale. Cold, armored, and impassive, the Crown Prince watched you with icy blue eyes that held no warmth, only the weight of a man who saw you as nothing more than a fleeting presence in his return from war.